|Title:||looking at 'kabila congo'|
|Location:||congo river, congo|
looking at kabila congo
congo river, congo
last night i didn’t sleep until 04:00 when the boat left mossaka. i was too worried about drunk people who might hassle us or steal something while the boat was lying at mossaka harbour.
we were now on the congo river which is absolutely massive. on one side there is congo (brazzaville) while on the other side you look into the ‘democratic republic of congo’ (kabila congo, former zaire) which was once run by notorious mobutu sesse seko. the riverbank on the congolese side is densely forested while on the DRC side there are not many trees left and grassy, rolling hills predominate the picture
many things on board had changed since leaving mossaka. there were are more people on board, people who had joined us in mossaka. they are more aggressive than the ones that had been with us from the start, probably because there is no more space left. the atmosphere was bad.
we stayed manly around our vehicles, washed some clothes, cooked and waited for the day to pass. i didn’t feel good today. i had actually no reason to feel bad, but i was slowly getting tired of the boat. originally people had said that it would only take us two days to get from mossaka to brazzaville but now everybody said that it would takes at least three days, if not four.
all in all it was a bad day and i was glad when the sun went down. there was no more beer on board and i went to bed early, listening to ‘maria bethania’ from brazil who’s voice let me drift into the pleasant realm of my dreams.